Dear Professor

Sometimes, denial feels better

—-Heyaa ! I know I took longer to update this time but I was on holiday and decided to take some well deserved time off of everything. I just got back to uni and I don't know how much time I'll get to write but I promise I'll keep updating often!! Enjoy your reading! 😁—-

On our way to get to the fast food for our snack, I stayed silent having an inner monologue on whether he understood everything or not and then settled down on a table with Harper.

She must have seen I was still thinking about it because she cleared her throat, instantly drawing my attention and sighed "Okay let's recap..." she took out a block of paper and a pen, I looked at her a bit confused until she started sketching something. I instantly recognised the stairway and understood what she was doing, she was drawing the scene so we could figure out the different possibilities. We often did that, which helped us keep a clear mind. After almost fifteen minutes debating on the matter we concluded that there was NO WAY that he could have not heard all that I said. In conclusion, I was indeed screwed, and me meeting him later for the event wasn't gonna help me the slightest.

I seriously contemplated on actually not going and just avoiding the situation but Harper convinced me otherwise. Time of the meeting was approaching so we made our way back to uni. Yes WE because I actually forced Harper to at least accompany me to his room which she wasn't really happy about, but I definitely wasn't about to walk in that mess alone.

Arriving there we stayed a bit in the corridor, just enough time for me to analyse my environment and to soothe my nerves a bit. Unfortunately , after about five minutes or so Harper had to leave and I was then on my own. Taking a deep breath, I walked in the room ready to face him. To my surprise, I was welcomed by a crowd of people as well as the three other English teachers and Mr Downey himself. When he told me he was the one supervising he definitely forgot to mention he wasn't going to be the only one.

Lasting no time to notice me, he made me come in, told me how happy he was to see me and led me to the table where I was supposed to present one of the works we made in class. I was met with some of my friends there who had already been there for an hour. Looking at the table and the things I was supposed to present, my face got pale as I slowly realised that this was the work he gave us to do in pairs. And of course, the part I had to present was the one my partner did. I thought there would be some files to show us how it's done but nothing was there.

My friend must have seen what I was searching for because she chuckled "Yeah we were lost too... But don't search for papers he actually gave us none, we tried asking the other teachers but it was no use...". Hearing that I quickly understood they didn't even try going to Downey, he really did have a bad reputation uh? I sighed and groaned, I wasn't one to shut up, not even in front of Downey. "Sir?" I called him out and he came right to me in a second. I straightened a bit to gain some height and looked up at him "Mind telling me where are the explaining sheets?" I exclaimed cockily. He smirked a bit "Well it's all supposed to be in your head Mrs Lewis" he said teasingly and I scoffed "We both know they aren't".

We laughed a bit together when he got a bit more serious, well not serious but genuine, he leaned down a bit to me "I actually forgot them..." he said just loud enough only for me to hear and I smiled softly saying it was okay and that I would actually manage.

He told me to come whenever I needed and left to go and present other things to new arriving students and parents. Just then, my friends also left to go back home leaving me with Downey and two of the other teachers as well as the parents and students.

I actually managed to explain the work and answer questions pretty well. I have had the time to go through everything with three families, letting the students try out the work by themselves and answering all the questions they had about uni, the courses, the life and everything that could cross their minds.